Humanity's Finest

Prologue

The guardians walked through the crowded streets of Warfang, there were rumours of a small band of Cheetah's and Moles that captured a live human. And they brought the creature here, to the dragon city itself of all things. That was why Warfang was crowded with dragons, moles, cheetahs and many other creatures. They like the guardians wanted to see if the rumour was true. The guardians followed the path until they came across a rather large crowd that was growing by the minute. They were assembled in front of a large building that had two massive signs in front of the double door entrance that said "A real live human" and "Come see it today!".

There was a lot of talking going on about the latest capture, the guardians were hearing things such as "How many did it take to catch one?" or "Do you think the human put up a fight?" all these and others were such questions that needed answering.

"Terrador what do you think of all this?" Cyril the ice dragon asked with suspicion. "It seems rather far fetched. Even for them."

Terrador chuckled "Hearing about it is one thing. But seeing it is another." The earth dragon mused. He looked at his friend with a wise expression, "We are the only ones who knows what a human can do Cyril."

"That was only one human Terrador." Volteer butted in, much to Cyril's annoyance. "One human that took on more dummies in our training room. And he prevailed against the toughest of those dummies. What are the odds that we'll find another human with the same capabilities?"

Volteer had a valid point. While it occoured several months ago, they could still remember the very first human they encountered - Tank Dempsey. He took on multiple dummies including one large dummy; and had sustained many bruses and wounds from it. Then his "betrayal" when other humans appeared. Ones that he seemed to know. They managed to escape back to the place where Spyro and Cynder discovered him, and had their final confrontation with the humans. It was there Terrador had said the humans "perished", but Cyril and Volteer seemed to think otherwise. There was no bodies when they returned several weeks later, but there was no trace of them either. They seemed to have... vanished.

"That was long ago Volteer. If the humans DID survive the buildings collaspe; where would they go? What would they do once they were discovered?" Terrador questioned.

"Hmpth, Dempsey did say they would travel to the past." Volteer mumbled grumpily to himself.

Suddenly everyone quiet themselves down when someone shouted "Look!" and turned their gaze to the building entrance. The double doors opened and a small group of moles and cheetahs walked out, pulling a medium sized cage that was covered up completely with ropes. The dragons had a good view of the cage, while the moles, cheetah's and other creatures that joined would go on their toes just to get a good view.

Then one of the cheetah's cleared his throat and pointed at the cage behind him. "Behind this cage, is a real live human." The cheetah spoke aloud so everyone could hear him. "It took sixteen of us to capture him, he injured ten and killed three other members of our group. He is extremely violent' and wouldn't hesitate to kill given the chance."

The cheetah paused to catch his breath and clapped his paws together. "Pull the cover off the cage, and gaze upon: The Human!"

The cover was pulled from the cage and to the shock of others, was a real live human standing in the middle of the cage itself, with his arms folded together and eyes closed. The human has grown a small beard, and is covered in dirt and blood. The human wore an open buttoned, rolled up sleeve jacket, a black t-shirt and a cartridge belt strapped along his chest with a single strap of suspenders holding it together along his back. There was a sheath that was meant to contain a combat knife under the cartridge belt. And an empty holster for a pistol was strapped along his waist.

"It is a human!" A member of the crowd called out in surprise.

"Yes! And a very dangerous human." The cheetah said with a proud expression on his face. "The weapons he used against us was so advanced, we barely captured him alive. There were three others with him, but he remained behind to fight us. Honourable, but foolish."

Volteer strained his eyes to get a closer look as the crowd , and his jaw dropped when he seemed familar. No very familar. "Cyril, look at the human. Does he seem familar to you?"

The ice dragon stared at Volteer for a moment before shaking his head. He looked at the human from where he was, and strained his eyes to get a better look. "He does seem familar... where have I seen him?"

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Slowly opening his eyes Dempsey glanced around the area. The cage he was in thankfully wasn't made out of metal, but out of wood. The cheetah that was showing him off was too busy addressing to the crowd to even notice him. He looked around to figure out his current situation and found himself surrounded by a massive crowd and a few guards that he beat up a while ago. Uncrossing his arms Dempsey slowly moved his hands behind his back, glancing over his shoulder to see if anyone was there. Reaching into the back of his pants Dempsey grasped the handle of a weapon he'd successfully hidden from them. And he slowly lifted it out until the handle came out. He then used the back of his jacket to cover it up so the others wouldn't see.

He snapped his head up when he heard the cheetah talking to him.

"Ah, and our prize finally opens his eyes! How does that cage suit you human?"

Shrugging Dempsey crossed his arms as he leant against the wooden bars on the cage, "Meh, I had worse. Not the same as being submerged in malarial water, but it'll do." He finished with a smug grin.

The cheetah scoffed at Dempsey but leaned in so Dempsey could hear. "You'd better be a good human and do as I say. Or you won't see tomorrows sun." The cheetah said threateningly pressing a claw on his torso.

Dempsey however wasn't fazed by the threat, he fought through thousands upon thousands of undead. Killed over twenty-five thousand Hellhounds and zombies combined, and he had survived the greatest war the Earth had ever seen. This furball was nothing to him, and Dempsey was going to make sure he knew that.

"You made two mistakes furball." Dempsey began making himself sound serious. "One: you threatened me. Bad move. Two: You're dangerously close to me. A fatal mistake."

Tilting his head in confusion the cheetah's eyes widened in terror when he felt something hard press into his stomach. He didn't need to look down to know what it was.

"A CZ 75. A human made pistol that can fire fifteen rounds. Its semi-automatic, which means I can put in a whole magazine in you're torso. And no one will be fast enough to stop it." As he said this the gathered crowd began to shout impatently, they wanted to see the human with their own eyes.

But when the cheetah didn't reply Terrador immeditally knew something was up. He when he forced his way to the front of the crowd to get a better look. Cyril and Volteer had the same idea as they were forcing their own way to the front of the crowd. Terrador's jaw dropped when he saw the face of the person he thought was long gone...

Tank Dempsey.